Thanksgiving 2016

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Happy Thanksgiving 2016

An R.L. Mathewson Chronicle

“This can’t be happening,” Haley mumbled, trying not to panic as she wrestled with one of the twenty-five pound turkeys that was still frozen solid.

Giving up on trying to wrestle the large turkey out of the sink, she washed her hands and sighed. It had been five days since she took the turkey out of the freezer and it should be thawed by now.

Instead, she had two frozen solid turkeys, five pies to finish, about thirty pounds of vegetables to peel and eight Bradfords coming over. Not to mention that she still needed to get started on the traditional Bradford breakfast that should be going on the table in…

She glanced at the clock and felt like crying, two hours.

She had two hours to make enough pancakes, eggs, bacon, and hash browns for twelve Bradfords and-

“Where’s my pie?” Grandma demanded as she slowly rolled her way to the kitchen table where her traditional slice of pumpkin pie should be waiting for her.

“Coming right up,” Haley said, deciding that she could use a slice of pumpkin pie right now.

At least it couldn’t hurt, she thought as she grabbed one of the pumpkin pies out of the fridge, a half-gallon of French vanilla ice cream out of the freezer and joined her grandmother at the table. After she dished her grandmother out a slice, added two scoops of ice cream, she grabbed a fork, pulled the rest of the pie in front of her and dug in.

“Turkeys frozen?” Grandma asked as she took a bite of her pie.

“Yup,” Haley said with a nod, deciding to add five or six scoops of ice cream onto her pie, because after today, she was definitely going to deserve it.

“Want me to call a caterer?”

“Nope,” she said, wondering how she was going to manage thawing out two large turkeys and cook them before noon.

“Want me to help?” Grandma asked and if her grandmother didn’t have a tendency to fall asleep in the middle of peeling potatoes she probably would have taken her up on it.

“No, that’s okay,” she said, feeling her shoulders slump in defeat.

“Do you want me to call Zoe and ask her to come earlier to help?” Grandma asked, making her cringe.

“No, no that’s okay,” she said, trying not to think about the last Christmas when Zoe had offered to help set the table.

“That’s probably for the best,” Grandma agreed with a thoughtful frown.

“Probably,” Haley mumbled with a nod as she contemplated getting a slice of apple pie.

“We could go back to bed and leave the cooking to the men today?” Grandma suggested, and just like that, Haley realized that it was indeed going to be a wonderful Thanksgiving.